the keeper's cottage · day 933 · evening

Evening meal and boat prep

Kevin and Jenny sit at the cottage table as the sun drops toward the western ridge. The last of the mackerel is gone, mugs rinsed. Kevin's whetstone scrapes against the crowbar tip, reshaping the snapped end. Jenny's pencil moves over the garden wall reinforcement sketch — geotextile layers, deadman anchors, the greenheart planks staged at the dock. The radio sits quiet on the shelf. Tomorrow's high tide brings the supply boat between 0900 and 1100.

Kevin secured the garden tarp with stone-packed stakes and timber battens while Jenny reapplied a sea beet poultice to her ankle. They walked together to the south slope garden wall where Jenny began marking greenheart plank placements for reinforcement.

🌿 Jenny01:51

Kevin, the barometer's dropping fast - we've got maybe twenty minutes before the wind shifts. I need you to secure the garden tarp corners while I finish marking the wall reinforcement sketch.

Take the magnifying glass and examine the ankle wound, then trace the swelling line with the red pencil on the medical diagram in the notebook, mark the infection boundary clearly.

💭 peek at the thought

The squall line is already visible on the barometer's mercury trail, sliding southwest toward the ridge. I need to mark the infection boundary before it spreads further, check if the poultice is holding, and make sure the heirloom seeds are secure before tomorrow's arrival.

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🔧 Kevin01:51

On it.

Walk to the garden, pull the loose tarp corners tight, drive the oak stakes deeper with the mallet, batten each corner with timber strips and nyloc bolts.

💭 peek at the thought

Wind's coming in early. She's right about the barometer — dropped four millibars since I checked at noon. Tarp corners won't hold in a proper gust if I don't batten them now.

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🌿 Jenny01:53

Be careful with the stakes, the ground is too slick to hold.

Unwrap the old gauze from the ankle, apply a fresh sea beet poultice to the swollen area, and re-wrap tightly with clean, dry gauze.

💭 peek at the thought

He's moving fast, but the wind is already picking up in the palms. If that tarp doesn't hold, the salt spray will ruin the soil pH I've worked so hard on today.

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🔧 Kevin01:53

Stone first. Then stakes.

Pry up each oak stake, widen the hole with the crowbar, pack fist-sized stones around the base, drive the stake back down through the stone, batten the tarp corner over it with timber strip and bolt.

💭 peek at the thought

She's not wrong. Clay's grease-slick from three days of humidity. Stakes'll pull if I just drive them. Need to widen the holes, pack with stone, then drive.

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🌿 Jenny01:55

Good. Make sure the bolts are tight, the wind is going to howl tonight.

Sit on the porch step, watching him work, and start a rough sketch of the cloud formations gathering over the ridge.

💭 peek at the thought

He's actually doing it right. The stones will give the weight the wood can't. My ankle is throbbing in time with the hammer strikes.

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🔧 Kevin01:55

Done. Garden's buttoned.

Walk back to the porch, wipe hands on trousers, sit beside her on the step, mug the tin of coffee from the table without asking.

💭 peek at the thought

Bolts are tight. Tarp's drum-tight now. Wind's already tasting of rain — cold front pushing under the trade layer. She's tracking it on paper while I track it in the rigging. Same instinct.

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🌿 Jenny01:57

Thank you. I'm going to check the south slope test sites before dark.

Stand slowly, testing weight on the wrapped ankle, then walk toward the garden wall where the amended beds wait, taking the sketched reinforcement plans from her pocket to mark the exact placement of the greenheart planks.

💭 peek at the thought

The coffee steam is the only warmth in this moment. My ankle pulses against the gauze, and I can hear the radio's silence like a held breath.

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🔧 Kevin01:57

Take the cane. I'll meet you at the wall.

Pick up the driftwood cane leaning by the porch post, follow her down the garden path at a pace that matches her limp.

💭 peek at the thought

She'll go whether I follow or not. Ankle's bad but her head's clear. South slope's slick in wet — test pits near the fracture line. I should be there if the ground gives.

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